Lunch? Why bother? I just got the bath to myself.I know what’s on the menu anyway.
I had a whole passel of Silkies go broody this summer. Some of them give up, two more go broody. The usual, in other words. I’m not letting them reproduce this year- I have so many Silkies. I did give them five of Cheeks’ eggs between them though.
Drama central! If any of them stood up to adjust themselves, another one would rob an egg. Every morning most of them would go out for breakfast, and then there would be lamentations when they came back and their eggs had been swiped by another hen.
With all this egg roulette, it’s a wonder any hatched- they were a little too well attended. By luck of the draw or else quiet persistence, this one brown lady had the eggs on hatch day. Two hatched, and one died, and then another hatched late. Phew! I’m awfully glad there’s two, because chicks do so much better when they have siblings.
Mama is SO relaxed, and just because it’s so easy to do, I’ve popped them into the greenhouse. At night I collect them in their cardboard box and lock them into a coop, and in the morning I slide them out, peeping out of their mom’s fluff at me, and I carry the box into the GH, where they spend the day without any conflict, competition, or threats.This is the summer of Cheeklings. Last summer was a raft of Puffcheeks’ offspring, and now all those Pufflings are grownups, sitting on sawhorses and laying eggs. This year, when Cheeks recovered and started laying eggs again, I promptly set all of them under hens, to save Cheeks’ legacy. Now I have lots of them. Seven? Of course some will be roos, and some look less like Cheeks than their father, but I should have some Jr. Cheeks hens.
We had rain! (Blessed rain!) Dust baths are closed, mud baths now available. I was pretty surprised to find this little enthusiast digging in. Really digging in.
Naturally, onlookers.Because when you’ve planned to go to the spa, you go to the spa.What? Some people pay good money for this.The Colonel included for dirtiness comparison. Yes, the Colonel is still the big boss, my v first rooster from my v first collection of chickens. What? I just got out of the bath!Helloooo, boys!
Next door, the retirees were getting into it too, with much more reserve. It’s nice to see the Brahmas doing something fun. They’re always so serious and often seem to be just existing. This got some more facial expressions out of them though. They’re like cats in catnip. They get the zoned face, and they scratch, like, Can’t help. Myself. Must scratch in this. And then they roll around, and do some What are you looking at?
Yay for rain. A rain storm, even. The chicks even got put in the greenhouse with their moms- huge day! Huge! I got my rain barrels almost all filled again too, in one day’s rain – that’s a relief!
The boys came trundling out of their new house in the morning to start a long day marching up and down along the fence separating them from the girls, like they were picketing Jericho. The girls are inside the orange fence, the roosters are inside the white fence.
All day, back and forth. In one day they tamped down a groove in the dirt along that fence.They took breaks for shade, and food, but barely.
On the girls’ side, it was all How’s the serenity? Some hens are whiny and indignant because they’re always whiny and easily offended, but on the whole the mood was completely new over there, relaxed and curious. They were lounging, and scratching, catching up on a heavy schedule of digging holes and meditation, contemplating the sticks right in front of them. They went to bed earlier and laid more eggs. It was much quieter.
It was high time to get the roos out of there. It sneaks up. They’re just cute little chicks, until one day, they’re hair-pulling jerks. The hens were prancing around and sunbathing right in front of the guys. Ok, now you’re just taunting them.
There’s Nosey, pecking at my pants. She’s growing!
It was a nice sunny day, so I figured it would be a big bath day, with the pool overflowing with Pigpen chickens, but I went out with my camera and only three Silkies were in that mood.This guy found he had the pool all to himself, and seemed kind of pleased about it, but was only thinking about having a bath:
I was sneaky; I was posting chicken pictures while I was away. But I’m back home and everyone is fine, including the 10 little unseasonal chicks. They’re bigger than they were.
Also, I’ve started producing new content at my new location: https://steempeak.com/@selka. You might recognize some of the initial stories:)
So far the platform is so easy to use that it’s like finally getting a drink when you’re thirsty. I’m so ready to say goodbye to WordPress. When I make the switch, the web link happyharvest.ca will just point over there, instead of here, so that little will be affected. I’ll have to confirm that email subscribers aren’t affected either.
For a bit I’ll post on both, until it’s time to switch. I’ll be keeping you posted (harhar).
I will keep this site alive always, so that all of the stuff stays here, but I’m going to stop paying for it, so ads will come back on, etc.
You’re doing it wrong.
This little rooster is cerebrally challenged. In other words, he’s kinda dumb.
The last surviving rooster of the refugees from the horrible, terrible chicken place (all the hens recovered and relearned how to chicken, although they are all super small), he gets to stay in with the hens because of his beautiful colouring and mild, meek attitude. His brains, on the other hand, leave something to be desired.
The Colonel is at large in the GH, still the ruler of the roost, and boy is he kept busy teaching the young roos some manners. One flying drop kick at a time.
Ursa and her four fluffballs are out in the world, bouncing around.
Now she’s out of the bath and willing to be a tea cozy again.
It seems like a moderate challenge to find their way under her
Ursa’s first day in the chickery: she celebrated her first day out of the broody box as the hens always do, with a vigorous dirt bath.
I placed her in the former location of the peat bag (the over flow spot), for premium dirt bathing.
The kids start to come around, Hey, I’m kinda cold, can I get under you?
Stand back, kids, mama’s getting her bath on!
She’s like a round fur tornado, spraying everything down with dirt. Evidently, it feels incredible.
Ursa has graduated to spending days in a chickery, so the other mama is in the bigger corner coop suite, for a few days, as her chicks are more freshly hatched. A couple are brand new out of the egg.
I think this is Chocolate, but I’ll have to check photos to be sure:)
Chicks are adorable; it’s hard not to get attached, as they have a hard time not falling over backwards taking a drink, and pile up in the food dish and then wonder what to do.
It’s possible, but to be realistic – it’s unlikely for them all to survive, born in the winter like this.
You never know.